| When I think of Heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird
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| I think of flying down in your sea of pens and feathers
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| And all other instruments of faith and sex and God
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| In the belly of a black-winged bird
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| Don’t try to feed me
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| 'Cause I’ve been here before
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| And I deserve a little more
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| And I belong in the service of the queen
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| And I belong anywhere but in between
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| She’s been crying and I’ve been thinking
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| And I am the rain king
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| And I said, «Mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone»
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| 'Cause I can’t go outside, I’m scared I might not make it home
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| Well I’m alive, I’m alive, but I’m sinking in
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| If there’s anyone at home at your place, darling
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| Why don’t you invite me in?
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| Don’t try to feed me
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| 'Cause I’ve been here before
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| And I deserve a little more
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| And I belong in the service of the queen
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| And I belong anywhere but in between
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| She’s been lying and I’ve been sinking
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| And I am the rain king
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| Hey, I only want the same as anyone
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| Henderson is waiting for the sun
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| Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends
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| After all the dreaming, I come home again
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| When I think of Heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird
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| I think of dying, lay me down in a field of flame and heather
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| Render up my body into the burning heart of God
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| In the belly of a black-winged bird
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| Don’t try to feed me
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| 'Cause I’ve been here before
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| And I deserve a little more
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| And I belong in the service of the queen
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| And I belong anywhere but in between
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| She’s been dying and I’ve been drinking
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| And I am the rain king
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| Well I said that «I am the rain king»
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| Well I said, «I, I, I, I, I, well I am the rain king», yeah |